Monday, September 21, 2015

RELEASE DAY LAUNCH, 5 STAR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Love Burns (Caged Love #2) by Mandi Beck

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Synopsis

Love. 

It’s my name. It’s what I fight for. 

It’s Frankie. I’m a fighter. Trained to always keep my cover. To anticipate, see the next hit coming. I never expected her past to come at us swinging like it has. I’m about to take on two of the most important fights of my life. My girl and the belt. I know that I can handle it. That I’ll never stop fighting. But, what do you do when your life, your love is threatened and you can't take the hits – she has to? You shut your eyes and fucking pray like hell that she’s strong enough, fierce enough to come out on top. I went to war for her. Now it's her turn.


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My Review

I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Wow. I am going start by saying that I cried my way through the last 20% of this book. This book will grab your heart, rip it out and then put it back in. But in the best way possible. So make sure to have some tissues nearby when reading this one.

Deacon Love is back and just when you think he couldn't get more Alpha-y, he does. This book picks up right where Love Hurts left off and Frankie is face to face with her ex boyfriend Andrew. I don't want to give anything away, but I will say that moment leads to the shit hitting the fan. The story takes a path that I DEFINITELY did not see coming and it will leave you both happy and sad.

At the beginning of the book Frankie and Deacon technically aren't together, but let's be honest, even when they aren't together, they are together. It isn't long before they are reunited and making each other crazy. Throughout the course of this book Frankie and Deacon are faced with some very difficult situations. But here is the thing: They never once give up on each other. And I can't even begin to tell you how important that is.

Just like the first book, we get lots of hot and sexy scenes with Frankie and Deacon, but this book feels different. It probably has to do with all the crap that happens along the way, but everything between just feels like it's more than it's ever been. (I don't know if that makes sense, but I really don't know how else to say it.) Deacon is more protective than he has ever been and it's for good reason. Frankie is more of a badass than she was in the first book and it's for a good reason. And their love for each other is bigger and more intense than it has ever been for, yes you guessed it, REALLY GOOD REASONS.

Thank you Mandi for writing Frankie and Deacon's love story. It is probably one of the more intense stories I have ever read and there were times that I wanted give Deacon a swift kick to the nuts, but if you looked up "true love" in the dictionary, I'm pretty sure it would say "See the Caged Love series by Mandi Beck."

I wanted to include an except in my review, but all the stuff I had highlighted would have given something away. So here is one of the lighter moments in the book. I love how Deacon and Frankie can just look at each other and they know exactly what the other is thinking. This is a great example of that:

Reaching her studio, I look through the glass partition and see that she’s in the middle of a class. My heart stutters then stops before it takes off at a punishing pace when I see her. The first thing I notice is that she isn’t dancing with Flashdance. No, he’s hovering in the corner by the music system eyeing Frankie and the guy she is dancing with. I’ve not seen him before and he’s definitely a pro and not one of her students. She brings in different dancers all the time to help with choreography and shit, but I bet that Cristiano is pissed as hell that she’s brought someone in to help with what looks like the Tango—their specialty. They’ve won more awards in Latin dancing for their Tango than any other form of dance when they were partners. Turning my attention back to the Princess, I lean against the glass, my arms raised, gripping the ledge above my head. Watching her dance with another man is like the sweetest fucking form of torture. She’s incredible, sensual, so goddamn sexy. Frankie dances like I fight. All heart, with everything that she is, because it matters. It’s who she is. 
She has on a black dress that is slit high in the thigh, and with every kick, I catch a glimpse of black lace panties. Jesus fuck. Whoever this guy is, he’s good. I want to fucking kill him right now for having his hands all over, and I mean all the fuck over my girl, but he’s got talent. I watch as she flicks her feet in between his legs, her movements clean and precise. He pushes her away and spins her back into him, lifting her so that his face is pressed against her chest before sliding her down his front all the way into a split on the floor. Grabbing her by the wrists he pulls her back into his hold and then spins and dips her around the floor in a wide circle as the class watches. I’m worried about her head when I watch the Tango King twirl her away and then back into his arms, her leg wrapped high around his waist as he bends to the floor. I can’t take any more and am about to walk away when I realize that Frankie is looking right at me. My gaze locks on to hers and I watch, more turned on than I should be as her back is pressed to his front, his hands curved around her ribs, brushing the underside of her tits as he buries his face in her neck swaying them back and forth, and all the while she’s watching me. Her eyes blue flames pinning me to the spot and lighting my ass up. It’s like she’s beckoning to me. Telling me that she sees me and that her every movement is done with me in mind. One of his hands travels right up the center of her, palm flat, and then encircles her throat gently, eliciting a growl from me. Shaking my head no, she tosses his hand away forcefully as she turns into his hold, breaking our eye contact. I can’t watch anymore. I’m so hard I could probably fuck her through the wall. Looking to where Flashdance is still standing, I smile when I catch him glaring at me. He’s not dumb. He’s aware of what just went on between Frankie and I. What he doesn’t know is that that little eye fucking she gave me is gonna get her fucked. Tonight. Smirk firmly in place, I poke my head in the studio just as they take their bows. 
“Frankie!”I call out, stopping her. Slowly she turns to face me just as Cristiano makes it to her side, placing a proprietary hand on the small of her back. She glances at him and smiles but steps away, breaking contact his hand falling away in the process.
“Yes?” she asks a little breathlessly. 
“As soon as this class is over I’m taking you home.” And fucking you until you can’t walk is implied in my tone. Although I don’t say the words, she knows. She can feel it and when she nods her head in acceptance, I grin wickedly at her and then turn it up a notch when I look into the furious face of Cristiano. Motherfucker looks about one word away from a stroke. Let me see what I can do to help that along. “Oh and Princess, love the black lace. It’s my favorite on you.” 
Giveaway



Love Burns where I want to be    
Author Bio
Mandi Beck has been an avid reader all of her life. A deep love for books always had her jotting down little stories on napkins, notebooks, and her hand. As an adult she was further submerged into the book world through book clubs and the epicness of social media. It was then that she graduated to writing her stories on her phone and then finally on a proper computer.

A nursing student, mother to two rambunctious and somewhat rotten boys, and stepmom to two great girls away at college, she shares her time with her husband in Chicago where she was born and raised. Mandi is a diehard hockey fan and blames the Blackhawks when her deadlines are not met.

Love Hurts is her debut novel and she is currently working on the next in the series along with whatever other voices are clamoring for attention in her mind.
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